someone else's suicide

i had a dream.

who was i with, who had the gun? i was in a parking lot near a desk. when the gun was pulled i hit the deck... but the gun wasn't pulled on me. it was pulled on the one who possessed the gun. as i cowered under the desk, the heat from the asphalt drifted upwards in waves and my assailant sprayed his brains behind and below him. down he went...

i was with somebody. who was it? a co-worker, a friend? i think it was a co-worker, not a friend. she cowered with me under the desk... in the parking lot. even after the bullet(s) had been discharged, we lay in wait, afraid for our lives.

the man with the gun was dead, but i still couldn't get away. i still couldn't get away. i was trapped.

i woke up tired.